Li Sui hugged the spirit money and gold ingots, following behind Li Huowang to a crossroads, where she watched him casually draw two circles on the ground with the Spine Sword.
Li Huowang then tossed the spirit money into the two circles. Without needing him to light it, the yellow paper within the circles immediately burst into flame.
Li Sui did not ask who the two piles of paper money were being burned for. She merely helped quietly at the side, then heard her father chuckle softly.
"Heh heh heh, Sui Sui, wouldn't it be wonderful if the Netherworld really existed? If there were a Netherworld, neither kind of person would simply die and have their debts wiped clean with their death."
Li Huowang watched the fire within the circles, its swaying red flames reflected in his eyes.
"If there were a Netherworld, King of Hell would decide each ghost's fate based on everything they had done in life. Those utterly wicked people would be sent into the Eighteen Levels of Hell, where little ghosts would gouge out their eyes, cut out their tongues, and fry them in oil."
"Those who did good deeds in life could be reincarnated into wealthy households according to the merit they had accumulated. They could enjoy riches and blessings, live to a hundred, and spend their whole lives free of illness and disaster."
Li Sui raised a tentacle, curled it around a handful of gold ingots, and tossed them into the fire. She watched the ingots twist and blacken beneath the burning flames.
"Dad, do you want every world to become like that?"
Li Huowang picked up sheets of yellow paper and tossed them into the circles, watching them burn without end. "Don't you think that kind of world would be far, far better